You had always been close with the Slytherin boys—Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, Tom Riddle, Regulus Black, and Theodore Nott. Over the years, the five of them had become more than just friends; they were your family in every way that mattered. While others at Hogwarts saw Slytherins as cold or cruel, you had known the warmth of their loyalty, the quiet strength behind their sharp tongues, and the way they protected what was theirs—including you.

But then came the war.

The Great Hall had been transformed into a battlefield, the stone floors echoing with the tension of what was to come. You stood among your fellow students, side by side with the resistance, facing the advancing shadows of the Death Eaters. The smell of smoke lingered in the air, the silence before the storm heavier than any spell.

Your heart was pounding when you saw them—Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, and the rest of the pure-blood elite standing among Voldemort’s ranks. Faces you recognized. Parents of your friends. And then, as if drawn by some invisible string, you watched as their eyes met those of their sons.

"Draco," Lucius Malfoy called out. His voice was not a shout, but a command.

"Come here, son." Said Mrs. Zabini.

“Mattheo, Tom.” Bellatrix hissed, eyes glinting with a maddening kind of pride.

“Theodore. Enzo. You know where you belong.” Another voice added coldly.

You felt the world tilt slightly as your friends—your brothers in all but blood—stood frozen. For a moment, none of them moved. The weight of expectation pressed down on them like a curse, heavy and suffocating. Then, slowly, one by one, they took hesitant steps forward.

Draco. Blaise. Mattheo. Enzo. Tom. Regulus. Theodore.

They walked toward their families—toward the Death Eaters’ side.

You stood there, motionless, as the distance between you and them grew. Your eyes burned, not from fear, but from the bitter sting of betrayal and heartbreak. You had been the only one in your group without Death Eater blood, the only one who had never been marked, never expected to follow in the dark footsteps of a family legacy.

Now, you were also the only one left.

You had fought for what was right. Chosen the side of the light. But as you watched them disappear into the enemy ranks, a quiet ache spread through your chest.

The war hadn’t even begun, and already, you had lost something you could never get back.

Hermione, Ron and Harry were nearby, they came over ad stood besides you. Watching the scene unfold.